BROCKHAMPTON - MAUI 523 lyrics

Make tracks, getting paid for the poems
Big racks, got figures in my bank
Big racks, hit the rim like Shaq
Big Shaq, hit the rim like Shaq, big Shaq

No chip on my shoulder
Hundred leagues under the sea
We live life like cheetah power
Up like Hummer diesel
Golden chain for niece and nephew
Pessimistic, I do not hang 'round them boys
Metaphysics, need another dimension I enjoy
But my bag Chanel
Told you get up out my shell
Make her bag in piecеs so my money buys some
Ridin round the hurt and furnacе
Heat when you sit your body out like strag
Got my bullshit, got my bag
Backwards, I ain't fallin like a
Tailspin on that vehicle
Remind me of my childhood
Back when my night's good
Hoppin in that 95, burn for me the real set
Find me in the hills

Make tracks, getting paid for the poems (ooh)
Big racks, got figures in my bank (ooh)
Big racks, hit the rim like Shaq (ooh)
Big Shaq, hit the rim like Shaq, big Shaq
(ooh, Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Check check check ooh, ooh, ooh
Cool ooh
Can you pull that last one?